Category Archives: The Minute Men of Attala

“Civil War re-enactors and the National Parks Service are bracing for Anti-Confederate—and Antifa—protests July 4th weekend as Gettysburg battlefield and memorial in Pennsylvania celebrates the 154th anniversary of the pivotal battle. “According to local media, rumors are swirling that several … Continue reading →

Artillery supported the 13th Regiment’s charge against Fort Sanders at Knoxville in the ice and snow of winter, 1863. The big guns were spread out so far around the southern curve of the battlefield that their commander had to use … Continue reading →

My great grandfather Edward P. Stanley in an iPhone camera copy of a tintype photo taken in the late 1850s-early 1860s. The image, as with all tintypes, is reversed. E.P. was a private in the Minutemen of Attala from the … Continue reading →

This crutch belonged to Joseph W. Weatherly of the 13th Regiment’s Minutemen of Attala, a private from his 1861 enlistment, according to independent historian Grady Howell, to when one of his legs was amputated after the … Continue reading →

Captain Fletcher, a veteran of the 2nd Mississippi Infantry Regiment in the Mexican War and a post-war gold-rush Forty-Niner, organized and recruited the Minute Men of Attala, the first company from Attala County. He led them in the Battle of … Continue reading →

Minutemen of Attala Private Nimrod Newton Nash’s wife Mollie L. Campbell whom he married in 1855. She was the principal recipient of most of his good letters which lend so much verisimilitude to The Bloody Thirteenth and an understanding of the … Continue reading →

Newt Nash was a rifleman in the 13th Mississippi whose letters home to his wife Mollie go a long way to illuminating the Civil War from the Confederate viewpoint. Copies of the letters, transcribed by Newt’s descendants, were given to … Continue reading →

The 13th regiment spent an uncomfortable Sunday, Oct. 20, [1861] entrenched at Goose Creek on the Leesburg turnpike near Edwards Ferry. They were wet from drizzling rain, cold without the blankets they had left with their baggage at Fort Evans … Continue reading →